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heart.
let's chase the summer and forget the world.

Monday, January 23, 2006!
HandWritten on; 12:18 AM

i've realised.
i seriously seriously miss ahatfullofstars*
who would have expected it to end off so soon?
still rmb those times..
when everyone was so stressed out becos of this production..
everyone spent hours and hours rehearsing.
even went as far as to cgh for practice on a sunday.
everyone was called up to search for body glitter.
everyone spent ecery single afternoon recess.lunch. after school! in the dance studio. our beloved studio.
everyone cringes when mr raj starts shouting.
everyone wondered if everything will be worth it.

but it did.
ahatfullofstars* did us proud.
we gave it all to the audience.
we put on our biggest widest smile.
we did everything willingly. genuinely.

and rmb that 2nights.2hours.
that simply whizzed by.
onr hour of continuous dancing.
rmb the lights that flashed on us.
rmb that red curtain which started the show with a bang (literally.) and that ended off our show after that one hour on stage.

it's this kind of feeling.
"i dont want it to start. cos i don wan it to end."

mr raj was right.
it was all worth it.
worth everything
worth our hundred and ten percent.
worth the effort worth the time
we did it dancers. stardust* but i want to do it again.

i miss ahatfullofstars*
i dont want only stardust.